This story is a side-story off our other fanfic. You do not have to have read it to understand but it helps as there are three OC's in this. If you have not read up to chapter 11 in our other fic and plan to then don't read this as it may contain spoilers. Also, although this story is a side-story off the other one, it does not play part in the other fic's chronological order. So this is just a silly extra Halloween story. But anyways, please enjoy it :) also, shout-out to our awesome friend Gala who came up with part of the idea for the first chapter :D that all for now, I have been up nearly all night writing this so I will go sleep now - Dark.

Chapter One - Dumbledore's Nightmare

Dumbledore yawned absentmindedly as he entered his private quarters for the night, today had been a particularly boring day. No matter how humble he made himself look on the outside, he couldn't help thinking that watching over numerous students taking their O.W.L.S was the most tedious part of the job. Sitting in his giant chair he sighed, happy to finally rest for the day. He picked up a sandwich he found on his desk and grimaced at the smell, but went back to smell it again all the same. Cheese and pickle, a common Muggle blend, but terribly irresistible.

Taking a few hungry bites, he sank back down into his chair, contemplating the day. Slowly, his consciousness drifted, and he fell into deep slumber.

He awoke again in his study, it looked slightly bigger than before but that was probably due to his sleepy state. Dumbledore groaned as he sat up straight in his chair, his back cracking loudly.

Slowly, he turned his head and studied his reflection through half moon spectacles in a mirror hanging on the wall. He gasped suddenly and shocked himself into standing, he strode closer to the mirror to stare in horror at his reflection. His wrinkly face dropped as he said a little too loudly, his tone filled with alarm, "WHATS HAPPENED TO MY EYES?!"

After pausing a moment, he quickly rushed to his desk and fumbled about for his wand. When finding it in one of the drawers, he rushed back to the mirror and pointed it up to his eyes.

"IRIS TRANSFORMUS!" He screeched slightly as he said it, for the alarm of seeing his eyes had shocked him thoroughly. His eyes glowed for a moment, making him look demonic, then transformed to look normal. He sighed then returned to the comfort of his chair.

Looking around his office carefully, he began to notice odd little things that didn't add up. Firstly, the ceiling seemed to be moving. Not moving as in physically going somewhere, but it seemed to be heaving up and down, as if it were breathing.

In addition to this weird feature, several cabinets were missing, making the room seem very empty and very big. Dumbledore looked around frowning, 'Perhaps, this is not my office?' he thought as his eyes came to settle on the study door.

It was bigger than before, looking to be nearly twice in size and instead of being made from simple wood, this door was made up of a complex of various locks and gadgets. Suddenly, a low pitched scream came from behind Dumbledore's chair. He spun his head around quickly to see Professor Romulus lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a torn and bloodied t-shirt and ragged shorts. He lifted his head wearily to look at the elderly Headmaster, his eyes inhuman and wolfish but still maintaining two very human emotions; fear and hatred.

Romulus' back made a horrifying snapping sound, forcing the ragged man to arch backwards and cry out in pain. "You..." he growled in a tone so low, it could not possibly be human. His eyes seemed to not be able to focus on anything, as if he were blind. Dumbledore flinched and stood, cautiously taking a step towards his friend.

"Romulus?" he called out, having to first lick his lips at their sudden dryness. "Are you alright?"

Romulus' head snapped into a position that looked like he had cocked his head at the sudden noise, but his neck had twisted and snapped into that position. "It's... your... fault..." he hissed quietly.

Dumbledore blinked. "Pardon?"

"It's... your... FAULT!" Romulus cried, suddenly lunging at the older man. His arms, now hairy and slightly longer than usual, grabbed for Dumbledore's neck, his face distorting into something not quite human but not quite wolf either.

Dumbledore gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his long robes to avoid the man – no – thing as it grasped at the air. The creature that was once Romulus paused after its sudden lunge, seemingly weakened by the force of the movement, and now it waited, as if it were re-charging its power.

Dumbledore took this opportunity to put the desk between him and the creature, giving him time and space enough to ask questions. "What happened to you my friend?" he asked, as the creature seemed to notice him once more.

"Thgir sulumor ton m'i wonk ouy," the creature slurred as a loud bang came from behind the door. It gurgled out a laugh as Dumbledore half turned, to see the door tremble under someone's vicious hits, before swinging open with a loud creak. A green mist poured into the room, filling up the floor space, and in the door space stood a young boy in a Gryffindor uniform. It took a few moments to place the boys face, but when he did, he was certain; if still a little confused as to why.

"Remus?" he croaked, his throat suddenly going very dry. The boy smirked and his whole body image distorted for a moment, before a werewolf was standing in his place. Dumbledore stared wide-eyed at the place where the boy had been as a shadow fell across him, and an icy breath trickled onto his neck. "!sumer ton staht dna." Remembering Romulus behind him, Dumbledore spun wildly, his long robes flaring.

Dumbledore turned slowly and saw the larger werewolf looming quite some feet above him. He froze on the spot, unable to either move or speak. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. The animal that was once Remus came up behind him, trapping the elderly wizard between the two creatures, unable to escape. Simultaneously they both raised their clawed-hands and gurgled out a blood curdling laugh.

Dumbledore crouched on the ground and covered his head with his hands, trembling as the creatures brought their clawed-hands down...

Dumbledore's eyes snapped open as he sat in his chair, his real chair, sweating and gasping for breath. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the normal sized door, the cabinets that were all as they should be, and the perfectly still ceiling. 'I must've had a nightmare...' he thought, his eyes coming to rest upon the half-eaten cheese and pickle sandwich from before his slumber. Picking it up, he frowned, and then chuckled to himself. 'I should make a note not to eat cheese before I slumber...' he muttered to himself, not noticing the door opening.

"Professor I-" Professor Malik stepped through the door and stopped when he saw the old wizard staring thoughtfully at the food in his hands. He smirked and stepped through the door, slamming it hard against its frame, making an extremely loud bang.

Dumbledore nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound, dropping the sandwich in the process.

"Professor Dumbledore." Malik greeted, nodding at the elder professor, smug at his ability to make the headmaster startle.

"Professor Malik." Dumbledore nodded back, a joyless expression plastered on his wrinkled face. "What is it you wanted?"

Malik snorted and started to walk forward slowly. "I only came to inform you that the student's annual Halloween party has started. I will be retiring from my duties tonight if I may, I have some business to attend to, and if I'm honest Sir, I'm not one for parties, even with the other Professors being invited."

Dumbledore stood for a moment, the cogs in his mind whirring slowly, reprocessing the information until it made some sort of sense. Of course, the Halloween party was tonight! The nightmare must've made his mind hazy for a moment.

"Of course Professor, as long as this business does not interfere in the student timetables then it should be fine." Dumbledore said, sitting back down. Malik's smirk widened.

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Malik turned sharply, the tail of his trench coat whipping at his heels as he turned. "Have a good evening." he added dryly just before he slipped out.

Dumbledore sat there for a moment. 'I should probably show up to the party but...' he did not finish the train of thought as once more he fell asleep, dreaming this time of small eyeballs with huge irises taking over the castle...

D: Virtual Flying Whizzbees to anyone who can figure out what the Romulus creature is saying ;)